A Vortex Club party. Chloe's never really been to one of these, the most she's done is steal some booze then leave to tag Blackwell's walls.
They were fun times. But today, her friend Rachel decided she wanted Chloe to "open up" a bit, and come to one of these shitty parties. So, being like the person Rachel was, she eventually persuaded Chloe to come to one.
Who knows what'll happen. But tonight, she just wants to drink and forget.
-M-a-x-
-H-e-r-d-a-d-
-R-a-c-h-e-l-'s-s-u-p-p-o-s-e-d-l-o-v-e-r-
Nothing in particular, she tells herself. It's time to let loose.
"Thanks for bringing me along, Rach!" She screams over the crowd. Rachel nods to her in reply, and suddenly their hands lost contact. Rachel was gone and swept away into the pit.
Chloe looks for a certain brunette.
Maybe one with mousy brown hair, freckles, a little shorter than average…
No. She came to forget. What would Max even look like now? Surely the same.
Backing up with a drink in hand, she bumped into someone.
"What the hell?! Fucking watch where you're going!" It's prissy Victoria Chase, queen of Blackwell, and the best friend of Nathan Prescott. King asshole.
Victoria pauses and turns back to Chloe. "Kari Price, figures."
"The hell does that mean?"
"I never see you go here without Rachel, and when I saw her downing drinks like it's the fucking purge, I suspected she brought you along." She says, a smirk playing at her lips. She throws her cup to the ground. "It's weird. She brings people along to only forget about them and then drink until she passes out. She's an asshole, is what I'm saying."
Chloe's never thought about it that way before. She does often get left behind by a Rachel, in fact, Rachel never actually said a 'you're welcome!' or a 'if you need anything, call me!' to her as she disappeared into the pit of sweaty and drunk teenagers.
"She… I hate to say this, but I think you're right." Victoria turns to Chloe, and opens her mouth in shock. Chloe just agreed with Victoria.
Which, does not happen very often, if at all.
"W-whatever, Kari."
"Chloe. It's Chloe." She knows that Victoria knows, but doesn't comment and only corrects her. She's too tired to fight right now.
They stand talking for a good while, until a poster catches Chloe's attention. The words displayed on the top kill Chloe's heart more than she could possibly think. It's burning and it won't stop. It can't. She's frozen in place and her eyes tear up. Victoria follows her stare and asks:
"...Chloe?"
MISSING
MAXINE CAULFIELD